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Silver Grey Fox
Running Cub
Fred Wolven

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When crossing through
the open meadow-like field
in its being populated
with wild flowers
especially Queen Anne’s Lace
their carrot like roots
strengthening their stand
in the early summer Midwestern winds,
and their mini hot air balloon shape
canopy opening like parachutes,
here and there the delicate
Indian Pipe, more difficult in spotting
its bent over pipes resembling
cranes in feeding times, and further along
the occasional Trillium,
its large bright white petals
often earlier being a harbinger of spring
in Michigan acres.

It’s no wonder I can spend
the whole morning or afternoon
meandering slowly around
in such acreage as this
not far removed from Roethke’s
childhood haunts nearby
his boyhood home.  Oh,
to have been his sidekick
during those young growing years
how much more I might
have learned up close and personal
of nature’s unending wonders
of such a magnificent nurturing cycle
spread wide as the eye might see.

And then too, when venturing
over next to the close by woodlot’s
meadow entering brook
zigzagging across my path
here and yonder
giving a child such as Theodore
and I another whole universe
for exploration right under
our noses so to speak
how much more amazing
an opportunity might a youngster have
to undercover the merits of spring
and summer days amid such splendor
such awe-striking wildflowers
and their artist splashed colors
and also able to visit the tiny creatures and critters
in, on and alongside the stream’s
slow moving waters—
the spider movement of water bugs,
the dart, sudden stop, wiggling
of minnows, tadpoles stirring in side ponds,
and above the multiple butterflies,
and the bees and wasps alighting
to suckle the sweet nectar of flowering plants.
And less I forget is my occasional discovery
of the wild, prairie rose with its rose pink
petals peopling some roadside ditches
and their banks come along now into my view.

How could one not be struck
by such beauty so strong as almost
over-powering in its presence near me.
Such is the like of this common awe-striking
spectacle confronting me in these my learning years.


Fred Wolven, Southeast Florida

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